And my husband absolutely cannot stand it. The most recent jars I added to the collection I had to rescue out of the trash bin because they had ickies inside. "But I can USE it!" is usually my reply to whatever else might be said about the poor jar. Sanitized and happy, it gets stashed away in the cupboard set aside specially for my finds.
I'm often told that my hoarding is reminiscent of my great grandma, whom we lived with for several years when I was a child. A woman of the Great Depression, she saved e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. At seven years old, it seemed strange to save yogurt containers, clothespins and pieces of wrapping paper. But now at a point in my life when I want to learn to reuse, repurpose and recycle, returning to the habits my great grandma developed doesn't seem odd at all. In fact, it's smart.
Those pickle jars are now filled with other goods, such as nuts, granola and coffee. The bathrooms are becoming more organized, tossing bobby pins and cotton swabs into their topless glass homes. I even scavenged for more during trips to the recycling center, to be used at our wedding. And I love it.
What things are you known for obsessively repurposing?